dear jim d.

when i catch a glimpse of my reflection the girl staring back at me is not the girl i imagine her to be in my reality i mean, she is not who i expect to see the same girl who loves being clean of green however, my inebriation is a distinct vacation from disentangling myself from the trap of a life that demands transcendence, now. and you, my sugar plum fairy of a guy keeping me at arms length with your passion not quite sure what to make of my affection "we'll see what happens" your sweet mantra i will sing to you bill withers "use me" with joy and in harmony with her "sexy" voice dance "tight" but as wild as a willow tree and let you go to live as free as me.